Klance
Soul Eater AU
(Please be gentle if I get something wrong. I haven't watched Soul Eater in years.)
How they became partners was a mystery to everyone. They fought constantly and seemed to hate each others guts. All the other students were glad they didn't have to live under the same roof as them.
However, their apartment was surprisingly peaceful. Lance cooked for the both of them, Keith (occationally) cleaned, they had normal conversations, only arguing every now and then for a short while.
On the battle field, it was no wonder they were a team. They worked so well and smoothly together. Soul resonance was as easy as breathing to them to everyone watching.
But, on days like these, Keith really regretted choosing to live with this weapon.
"Lance, are you fucking serious?" He sneered as he stomped over to the weapon.
Lance shrugged, arm around Plaxum's shoulders casually. "I don't know what you're talking about, dear, meister." He mused.
Keith glowered. He wasn't sure what made him more furious. Lance's arm around a pretty girl that was definitely more for Lance than he ever will be, or the fact that Lance had turned off his alarm and he slept through half of school because of it.
"Why the fuck did you turn off my alarm!?"
The weapon blinked, then huffed amusedly. "Isn't that obvious?"
"No! If it was obvious, why the fuck would I be asking you!?"
Lance shrugged, resting his chin on Plaxum's head. The smaller weapon giggled and blushed deeper as Keith's gut burned hotter. "You got home late last night after your 'drive.' I was just looking out for my meister."
Plaxum looked up at Lance, admiration in her bright blue eyes. "Oh, Lance! You're such a wonderful person!"
Keith bristled as he straightened up with a angry huff. "Wonderful, my ass. Now I have to make up all that work."
"You'll thank me, later." Lance grinned and turned with Plaxum. "Come on, darling. It's lunchtime and I'm super excited to eat the meal you brought me!"
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Keith breathed deeply, staring down his opponent.
Allura was a wonderful meister. Other meister's strived to be like her. Keith, though he also respected the older woman, strived to be greater. He's seen her flaws. He's watched her mess up and brush it off. Keith strove to have fewer and fewer flaws.
But to do that, he needed to cooperate with Lance and Lance needed to cooperate with him.
Luckily, on the battlefield, they moved as one.
However, on the training field with pretty girls around to watch, they argued and sneered at each other.
"Lance, concentrate! With you not concentrating, I can't concentrate!" Keith snapped as he narrowed his eyes at Allura.
Lance snickered, and Keith would punch him in the cut if he wasn't in weapon form. "Can't help it. I gotta show off for all the pretty ladies."
Keith gripped the handle of both the gun and the sword. Lance was a double weapon. Keith wielded the red sword half in his right hand while he held up the blue, bulky gun half in his left. Connecting the two was a purple chain that would stretch out when needed and retract when needed. Lance was quite unique. "Please concentrate." He breathed.
